ANOTHER ONE? Dear lord, I just love you all too much to let my fics. Slide again! YAY! Ok, well, thank you to people who have reviwed, but as for the Blaise thing? Well, people, this is a FANFICTION, need I remind you, in a fanfiction, authors like to bend the rules. . yay! Alright, well sorry for the delay, my mom just ot out of surgery, and she came home yesterday, so I've been helping her with stuff... So anyway, heres the chapter! .
Hermione sat in the Prefects common room, Enthralled in a conversation about usage and properties of dragon fangs.
"Dragon fangs, Could be used for mare than just potions, their's been many trials going on to prove this fact! The fangs, could also be used still in it's solid form as a medical applier. Like a needle. Just put the potion or medical cream on the tip, and run it along the skin ubtil the surface breaks! then it could go directly to the bloodstream from there. The Dragon fang helps make the substance stronger!" Susan exclaimed.
"You forgot one detail, In most of the trials, It made the substance to strong and the person had an over dose, there have been reports of people slipping into coma's. So thats why we need to stick with the potions, and sometimes the neccessary needle!" Hermione shot back, a little smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"Well, be that as it may-" Susan wasn't even able to finish the sentence.
"GET THE HELL OFF OF ME YOU PIG" Blaises shouts where heard from the other side of the portrait hole.
"POLYJUICE POTION" The portrait swung open to reveal a shaken Blaise, and following her, a quite amused Draco.
"Oh. C'mon baby! Lighten up, I was just fooling around!" Draco followed closley to her, trying to put his hand around her waist to pull her back.
"NO YOU LIGHTEN UP! IF YOU TRY ANYTHING ELSE I'LL HEX YOU SO BAD, YOU'RE TEETH WILL BE BACK IN HOGSMEAD BEFORE YOU!" With that, she stormed up the staircase, with an audible slam. Susan got up, mumbling something about bastards and hexing, running up after her. Draco looked around the room, spotted Hermione and came to sit next to her.
"So how's your day been going?" He asked with a cheeky grin.
"What the hell is your problem Malfoy? You practicly rape her, then you have the Gall to sit here and ask me how my day was? Who the hell do you think you are?" Hermione Glared at him.
"For one, I am Draconis Lucius Malfoy, and it's not rape, it's surprise sex..." Draco looked at Hermione like this was the funniest thing in the world.
"What happened to the Draco that helped me? That was kind? I know it was just for a day, but still." Hermione tried her best to keep glaring, but just ended up looking at the couch.
"But still what? I heard someone crying so I checked it out. That was a one time thing, You shouldn't think that I'd changed for the better Granger, I felt sorry for you, that was it. You needn't go around with a cheery disposition just because you think that Draco Malfoy has turned into one of the Bleedin Saints!" Dracos temper flared.
"And you shouldn't go around acting like a stupid little arse! You have no right to mess with people's feelings like this. But who am I to think you've turned into a decent person? Because you'll always be a slimy git, the son of a death eater, and a feard little prick who will one day kill many innocents just because you're master says so!" With that Hermione walked out of the portrait hole, slamming it behind her.
"Stupid Mudblood. what does she know about me ans what the fuck I feel? She knows nothing. But she did have one point, one day I will go and purge the world of all those stuppid muggles and the filthy mudbloods," But, then why did he feel like apologizing to Hermione?
Dinner
Hermione sat, begrudged at herself, for ever thinking that she could trust Malfoy. What thoughts were going through her head? -Damn it all to hell, I'm just to trusting.- Hermione thought wearily. Just as she was about to munch on some Garlic mashed potatoes, a pair of hands came to her face, covering her eyes.
"Who is it?" Hermione asked, a little annoyed
"The shadow in the background of the morgue" Harry smiled and sat next to her.
"You really have to stop listening to that American punk stuff, It's going to rot you're brain one of these days, Then I'll have no choice but to always do your homework." Hermione Said as she took a bite of her potatoes.
"So you say!" Harry turned a bit serious, "So have you thought more about...uum, nevermind."
"Yes...I have...and I, I just think we should be friends, I would never want anything to happen to damage what we already have, and I don't know what I would do without you." Hermione turned to look at him.
"I guess your right, but you know that doesn't change how I feel, I'm hurt that you don't feel the same about me, But I also would never want to do anything to hurt you." Harry smiled and leaned into hug her. Hermione replied back by hugging him as hard as she could.
"Ok, Hermione, I get it! I get it! I don't think I like not being able to breath." Harry gasped a little bit as she let go.
"Sorry, I'm just so glad that you can be so wonderful about this!" Hermione Smiled at him again she she turned back to her food, not being able to see the look of dissapointment on his face.
If only you knew Hermione...if only you knew- Harry thought.
Library, later that night.
Hermione sat at the back of the room, stealing glances at other people over her Ancient Runes book. Mainly the couples that littered some of the tables. -How could people be so foolish? Relationships hardly ever work out, especialy when their that young. Just look at my parents.- She thought angrily. She felt so stupid, just staring at other people. A sudden wave of depression took over her as she felt a scilent tear run down her cheek.
"Like Mother, Like Daughter" She whispered grimly.
Prefect Common Room
Draco had been looking at the roaring fire infront of him since after Dinner. He didn't know what the hell he was feeling. He felt as though he didn't want to hurt Hermione, yet, He still wanted to join Voldemort, because of his despise of muggle-borns, half bloods and muggles. -What in the hell is wrong with me?- He thought sadly. He started slowly towards the door. Walking through the portrait hole, he realized he'd need an aliby if caught. It was already past midnight. -Oh well, I'll just say I was patroling or something.- He thought, walking abscent mindedly. He walked for what seemed an eternity, when he realized that he hed started walking up the Astronomy tower steps As soon as he got to the top, he realized he was no longer alone. Hermione sat at on a crate, looking out a window. In one hand was a lit ciggarette, -I wondered where that pack went- Draco thought smirking, and in the other hand was a bottle of vodka. Hermione gazed into nothingness as she took a drag off of the cigarette, and a swig out of the bottle. Draco let out a small cough as an indication that he was standing behind her. Hermione turned and looked shocked at first, then angry.
"What the hell do you want ferret boy?" Hermione's words slurred together.
"Well, I would say I don't know...but I think maybe that's just a little to clich'e, if you know what I mean." Draco took the bottle from Hermione and chucked it out the window.
"What the hell was that for?" Hermione tried to stand, but fell right into the wall. Draco took a step towards her, but withdrew as she sat back on the crate.
"Well my little prefect, we don't need you drinking now do we? Not only is it bad for you, but it doesn't permanently subdue the pain." Draco spoke lightly.
"Atleast it does that..." Hermione glared at him from her spot. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone for awhile."
"Not even in your dreams. I'm just suppossed to leave you to destroy youreself? I sincerely do not think so. No, you're going to come back to the common room with me, so we can get you to bed. AND, if you don't comply, then I'll just have to bind you. So don't even try saying that you'd hex me to hell and back, because your wand is back in the common room, on the couch, lodged inbetween some coushions." Draco Took another step forward and held out his hand.
Hermione let a small sigh escape her lips as he hoiseted her up. She suddenly felt like someone had set the jelly legs surse on her, because she felt her knees wobble as she crashed into him. Draco picked her up (Super hero style yo.. le woot) and carried her the rest of the way. Approaching the portrait, he felt something rub up against his leg. Looking down, he saw 2 gleaming eyes glare up at him. Mrs.Norris purred contently as the realization that she got to report back to Filch. -shit, shit, shit- Draco thought.
"Polyjuice Potion" Draco murmered. He virtually dove into the common room, causing Hermione to wake up and stir around. Draco got up as fast he could to close the portrait. Only for moments later, it to be knocked on. Hermione sat perfectly still, as she heard a shout from upstairs.
"SOMEONE GET THE BLOODY DOOR" It was Ron. Hermione got up warily, Draco still frozen in place, and opened the portrait. There stood Mr. Filch, Proffessor Snape, and the Bloody Baron.
"How may I help you Gentlemen at this ungodly hour?" Hermione seemed suprisingly sober at the moment.
"Well Miss. Granger, there was a student out infront of your dormitry this evening. How do you explain this?" Snape stepped to the front of the little gathered group.
"Well proffessor, how do you want me to explain this, when you have just woken me up from a sound sleep?" Hermione offered.
"Is that why you are still fully dressed? And with Mr.Malfoy?" Snape said, looking behind Hermione and into the Portrait.
"No Sir, he heard the knock and came down as well and for being dressed, I fell asleep in my clothing while studying...is there a problem in that? Because as far as I can see, you only have a theory, and as you've made so painfully obvious in your classes, theorys don't matter to you, so if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to go to bed now. Goodnight Sirs." With that, she closed the portrait hole door. Turning around, she saw a dumbfounded Ron, Draco, Blaise, Susan, and Justin just staring inawe at her.a
"WHAT? GO BACK TO BED, THE LOT OF YOU." Hermione shrieked and sat on her couch, pulling out a copy of , "Durnstrang, A History." Almost everyone scrambled for the staircases, including Draco. When he got to the top of the staircase, he turned around and went back. He shouldn't be scared of her! Draco got to where she was sitting, and watched her as she read. Even though scary at times, she was still as delicate as a flower. Hermione threw the book with a scream, straight into the fire. He sat there and watched as it dicinigrated. Hermione strated to sob. Draco thought this would be the best time to intervine.
"A knut for your thoughts?" Draco sat on the couch next to her.
"I don't know!" Hermione sobbed.
"Well, lets start out with this. Why where you drinking tonight? Was it because of me?" Draco thought to put an arm around her, but decided to wait until after her answer.
"Partially. I mean... I think I can do anything. Save my parents, save you, help Harry, be the brain of the whole school, be a prefect, I just don't know what I'm suppossed to do! Mother like daughter I guess..." Hermione looked up to the fire, with tear stained eyes.
"Whats that suppossed to mean?"
"It means whats is sound like...interprut it as you will."
"Hey, I'm not here to judge... But for me to get a clear picture, I'd have to know that back story on your mother... So, if you wouldn't mind being the clarification in theis whole mess of jumbled up words, I would be extremely happy.."
"You want to know? About my bitch of a mother?" Draco nodded, Surprised at her language.
"Fine... Lets start from the beggining shall we?"
Well, cliffys arent my specialty, but hey.. I'm trying here.